Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1887-10-06

sisted any attempt at cutting their hair.
This one watched the long ripping
tresses fall with smile. Ithad served
her little, this glory of rippling hair.
1t is beautiful hair!' she heard one
whisper to the other.
She looked ut them with her sad.
sorrowful eyes.
al wonder" she sad, ''that it has
not turned white long ago."
1t was then that the shrewd. practical
matron said to herself that, apart from
the question of guilt, the prisoner was
evidently bewildered by some great
trouble She was woman enough to
appreciate the beauty of that face and
figure, tho pearly whiteness OF the clear
skin, the delicate beauty of the white
hands. Even the coarse prison dress
did not hide her loneliness.
She sang with the other pr soners in
the church, and the beauty, the pathos
of her voi"e, touched all hearts. Dry.
sullen eyes, that had shed no tears for
long years, grew wet as the sweet tones
rose and fell in the prison church.
Then she fell into the routine common
to all prisoners During those long.
quiet days she spent in her cell. what
livid pictures her fancy drew, what
scenes she recalled Onoe, as she was
busy sew ng some fine linen. she sud =
denly dropped her work, and remem-
boring the old nurses pred ctions, she
looked at the palms of her hands.
'',t has all come true" she said.
"How well | remember il! The line of
life abruptly broken, and the strange
lines that would not harmonic, and
she, my poor old nurse. predicted for
me an traordinary life. 1t has all
come true" Once. too, she was star
tied by something the matron had said
to her. The prison life was hard to
bear, she could eat so little Of what was
placed before her and she grew so thin
that her hands were almost transparent.
"You must try to eat MORE" said the
matron. kindly, ''or when YOU 60 Out
you will not be able TO work"
$50 out!' she repeated-"why should
| 90 out'"
"Surely," said the matron, wonder
ingly, ''you do not wish to remain in
prison always Would you?"
II should not mind it much" she
replies; ''it is hard life, but at least
there is peace.
peace thought the practical mat,
ron; "shc must have been hardly driven
bitterly treated, If she calls a prison
peace"
In the meantime matters were pro-
crossing in London. Mr.. Barton had
found one man who answered in every
detail to what he wanted. He was
chief of one of the principal gangs in
London. He had planned and carried
out successfully some of the greatest
jewel robberies OF the day. He was
concerned in g loss OF the jewels be-
longing to the beautiful Lady Butler,
whose jewel case was stolen during n
railway journey, when the lady's maid
devoutly believed that she had it under
her feet. He was concerned also in the
robbery at Burlington House, where
gems worth king ransom were car
ried OF quite comfortably while the
family were at dinner. They had all
evidence against him, his subordinates
had been caught and punished, no one
had caught him. His real name was
James Bentley. and when Mr.. Barton
came to think over matters he said TO
himself:
This is James his work" Patience.
perseverance and skill work wonders.
The day came when the detective
tracked the thief TO his lair, and they
stood face to face.
1T is all over" said Mr.. Barton.
What is itP" asked the once brilliant
Charlie Nesbitt.
Tho duchess's diamonds" repeated
MIR. Barton. at was well planned and
well done, but the worst DAYS work
that You ever did in your life. Jem
Bentley"
II should think So" was the succinct
reply.
But he was not captured without
difficulty one or two policemen were
wounded, and there was a terrific up
roar in the streets; and when James
Bentley was finally carried off to New
gate, he was like some wild, wounded
alimal.
The strangest part of the business
was that the whole of the duchess 5
diamonds were found untouched; James
Pentley had been afaid to dispose of
any of the II.
TO BE CONTINUED.